No more I love you’s
Now they burn my throat like salt water.
No more broken promises
That were little more that broken bottles.
No more midnight conversations
Where we worked out everything but nothing.
We've left the memories we had behind
Like old textbooks.
We hid our hearts up our sleeves
With aces and kings.
And dried our eyes with our hair
Trying to remember where we forgot.
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC
One day I’ll laugh and it won’t feel like my lips are cracking from the strain.
One day I’ll fall asleep and wake up with my cheeks still dry.
One day I’ll stop saying Is and start saying Was.
One day I’ll quit finding you in the eyes of strangers, or the touch of guests.
One day my body won’t hurt from what you’ve done to me and I won’t slam my head into the wall pretending it’s my heart.
One day I’ll forget you existed and be happy about it.
One day my skin will change and I’ll have a body you’ve never touched.
One day I’ll learn to live with myself and the things I’ve done.
Today I’ll try.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 10:44 PM UTC
My mind is in a constant state of restlessness.
My body stills but my thoughts-
Churning like a sea of doubt remain.
The insides of my eyelids, etched in the gold of fine meditation.
I have sensations with no words
And answers that I’ve forgotten the questions to
And yet they still stay clogging my psyche raising a messy dam.
Just remember, whenever I seem cold or distant-
I’m just thinking of this.
So deep in the vast possibilities of us, I can’t seem to grasp
the reality that’s holding my hand with its thumb pressed gently to the inside of my left wrist.
The sky is grey, did I tell you?
And the sea turns green when I look at it too long,
like your eyes when you’re angry.
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 2:10 AM UTC
We spoke with our hands roaming
Lost our words in heated breaths.
Skin like milk in strobe lights.
Giggles like children in the streets.
Slower
Drenched in warmth.
Muffled voices soaking through the brick.
When I caught the taste of recklessness between your teeth
I was content to bask in the heat of this moment.
Okay with right now in your arms.
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 2:31 AM UTC
I guess it’s fitting that you’re made of star dust.
Each part of you from a different corner of the world.
I bet the sparkles in your eyes, were once flecks of the sun
and the salt of your lips were at one time part of the sea.
Because your voice is the warmth of a summer day,
Your laugh like thunder
Your touch electricity.
I’m almost sure your mind was once a part of some great poets,
Like F. Scott Fitzgerald
Or Virginia Woolf
And your hands must have belonged to Monet.
Your teeth look like skyscrapers from down here
And the city inside of you is about to swallow me up.
Like the deepest parts of the ocean
Your innermost thoughts are hidden and untouched
Even from me.
Like the bottom of a secret lake.
All I want to do with you is everything.
Because you’re this perfect being that makes everything better.
And I love you.
And somehow, you love me too.
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 5:31 PM UTC
You said you were too broken to be wanted.
But you’re wrong,
that’s exactly the reason I love you.
I can see the light
shining from in-between your broken pieces.
It looks like the sun
streaming through the gaps in tree leaves.
You have moss
pouring from your cracked, cobblestone lips.
A world within your bursting bones
that holds rivers of feelings
and mountains of untold stories.
The tears that roll down your cheeks
rip open gashes like knives.
You’re like a butterfly,
with beautiful wings
that everyone can see but you.
I just want to spend the rest of my life
putting your splintered heart back together.
So you can see what I see.
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 10:01 PM UTC
You said you were too broken to be wanted.
But you’re wrong,
that’s exactly the reason I love you.
I can see the light
shining from in-between your broken pieces.
It looks like the sun
streaming through the gaps in tree leaves.
You have moss
pouring from your cracked, cobblestone lips.
A world within your bursting bones
that holds rivers of feelings
and mountains of untold stories.
The tears that roll down your cheeks
rip open gashes like knives.
You’re like a butterfly,
with beautiful wings
that everyone can see but you.
I just want to spend the rest of my life
putting your splintered heart back together.
So you can see what I see.
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 10:01 PM UTC
The thing about falling out of love
is you have to be just as careful coming out as you were going in (if not more).
Too fast and you’ll crash.
But too slow and you’ll be stuck like that forever.
I guess you have to take care of your heart
like you take care of all those silken shirts in your closet.
You have to let it cool just right or it’ll wrinkle.
Those crumples and crinkles left imprinted on you.
A fold for each lost love,
until your heart is nothing more than a creased mess.
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 6:33 PM UTC
Sometimes I wrap my arms around my rib cage and pretend they’re yours.
But they are far too weak and my fingers are much too cold.
They provide me no comfort and just make it more painfully obvious how alone I am.
They hold me together just enough so I won’t fall apart completely.
But I’m growing weaker and it getting harder not to just cave in.
To just let go and have the pieces fall where they may.
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 9:49 PM UTC
Not all words can be defined into simple terms.
You can’t explain love
in a sentence, or a paragraph, or a book.
Peace is not understandable from person to person
behind a page of meaningless text.
Happiness and sadness are not antonyms,
but meld and morph into one another
without you even noticing.
I would never be able to show you the way I feel
when I look at him,
this incomprehensible mix of compassion, enchantment, and pure freedom.
Try to put into terms the ball of jealous rage you feel
in your stomach when you see them with someone else.
Elation doesn’t come in doses.
Inspiration isn’t packaged and shipped to your door.
Nostalgia can’t be sold,
and trust can’t be bought.
Emotions aren’t that easy.
They aren’t black and white
and you can never have just one at a time.
They don’t come when you call or leave you when you beg them.
And just like you can’t explain colour to a blind man,
you can’t explain love to someone who’s never truly felt it before.
Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 12:52 AM UTC